THE REGISTER John and Julie in the smoking-room were not lonely.

They talked of many of the events he had suggested, and of more.

Two of the windows looked out upon the town instead of the river, but they could see little there save the towering spire of the cathedral and the blank and ruined walls.
The snow was already very deep, but the fall was not diminishing.

The gray gloom of coming twilight, however, was beginning to show through it and once more John returned silent thanks that he had come into Chastel and found Julie.

He was serving vicariously for Philip who undoubtedly had been held back by the snow.
"It will be night soon," he said.